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Honestly, I really don't need to write anything here. Guys and Dolls is a sufficiently fascinating documentary that can speak for itself. And that is probably a good thing, because I sure as hell don't know what to say about men who have intimate relationships with pseudo-women. A part of my brain thinks that the whole paradigm is really creepy in a Chucky from Child's Play kinda way, but at the same time, I feel sympathy for these guys. A sexual kink or fetish is one thing, but falling in love with a giant doll out of loneliness is just sad and it doesn't seem like there is any turning back once you start doing it with a life-size doll. It is as if there is a never-ending cycle of social seclusion and Real Dolls. The men featured in the film are lonely, so they get a Real Doll, but the Real Dolls scare other human beings away, so the guys get lonelier, and need their dolls even more. Ultimately, I just don't get it. I mean, if you're lonely, get a dog for companionship. And if you're horny, get yourself a box of condoms, and call a sex worker.
On a lighter note, I went to the Real Doll website after watching the documentary. Some of the dolls are too realistic looking and they freak me out, but the site does sell some Ron Jeremy-Real Doll-orgy porno thing that must be utterly hilarious.
